Hana stood at the top of the stairs with a handbag she’d wrestled from an open box in the garage. She pulled the metal box from her pocket and dropped it in. Marcus watched her with interest. “I made one of those at school,” he said. “Fiddly things. Does Mr Harper still do that with the Fifth formers?”
“Year 11s,” Bodie corrected. “Get with the times.”
“Is it yours?” Hana retrieved it and turned it over in her fingers. Bodie shook his head.
“Na. I didn’t do metal tech after Year 10. It didn’t fit in with science.”
Marcus snorted. “Whatever, dude. Harper banned you.”
“What did I do?” Bodie c****d his head in confusion, brows knitted and brown eyes narrowed. “I welded something important to something else, didn’t I?”
Marcus shrugged. “Dunno, can’t remember.”
Bodie shoulders slumped. “
